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[verse 1] i wasn’t sleepin i was creepin slidin’ hidin’ i would love the girl behind me roll up a fat ?tyme? thinkin’ mentally sinkin (precousicly) brinkin two decades n a half waitin’ for the path of mine to follow the world is hollow, yet it’s full of cr*p prepared to gamble i give you half of (gizm tencil) what’s the come up, cried a ton of beers drunk a ton of beers, that’s fun at first but learned in person fear throughout the years kept my ears open eyes scoping my block don’t rock the boat if you can’t swim n*body may be there with the (lim) to lend this is the end, still i can’t explain the fact why the f*ck sh*t gotta be like that?

[verse 2] know what, i said hear me clearin’ over so so weaved n dreaded that they need to be bi-headed why? i’m readily, steadily stimulatin and utilatin all sloppily copied imitations, cause they irritatin’ so i’m-a intimitade them (and them are for the snare) with the (syfliest) stare bringin em turbulant terror n they know this cause they can feel it he knew it was mines still the sucker tried to steal it so i had to reveal it, through provin’ their eye am i startin’ (chinin) fly n by just blinkin’ my eye in a flash i flush out the face, layin’ low-key trained eyes locate to focus on the phony mister sometime-homey, why he act like that i thought he had my back i thought he had our backs but it was him that i should’ve never trusted and not atleast till he got his att*tude adjusted i’m out busted for acting all dusted, but bust this now when i’m out, i see n store out the whole scene for all types sneakes that scheme they come into my face, i send them (tightmen) home when they’re sufferin’ from the double-agent syndrome

[verse 3] sometimes this world means everything to me the inside is lovely to these eyes i see n sometimes in my mind all i wanna do is cry (hollie) off seven of them drops from my eye those drain out my skin cause i’m p*ssed from within i see a situation now n all i do is grin people think i’m high but i’m mentally travelling agin’ is your times cause life’s a ravelling while i’m stravelling (moors) up this f*ckin mike i hate to be a pilot crashin’ in a flight people need to know about this thing called life cause if you see the light then life’s alright

[verse 4] i jumps inside the jeep as i embark on my darkness bopped in my freestyle tapes n started (reminscing) about my little homie who was raised in wyoming wanted to be famous so he came to californey on the microphony he was superbad n whatnot but he was the kinda fella to follow paths that was hot he became too fascinated with that gang related flavour that he modificated rearranged his behaviour he hooked up quick with the influential slang gangsta-strow cornrolls the whole shabbang braggin’ n boastin poststandin’ n braggin how we ‘posed to be hangin’ with baby gees i was baggin like why you tryin’ hooride up on the bandwagon hopin’ they’d hit him in the head but he steady saggin like he a hog creepin’ through the smog smokin’ on some indo sippin’ on a cup of o-dog like most who come to this west coast society tryin’ to be because they think it’s fly to be a menace so what a relic way to end this got rolled up when he was strolling on a (sundae upper…) some n*gg*s never listen they gotta learn their lesson the hard way i’m guessin’ yessin’ bd as i hit the b n make a right on wesson pops in my head (beperpiou) question